Homage

Stifling Silence

The squeaking sound of the cupboard hinge.

Clearing of throat.

Calling out my name.

Clank of utensils.

Gush of water flowing through the tap.

The blaring sound of the TV with bejewelled wives sobbing or squabbling over each other.

The pitter patter of feet.

The non stop chatter over phone or with whoever would listen.

The wafting fragrance of incense around the house.

The silence, the stillness, the bareness is here to stay.

Deep Void

There so many things to talk about, so many things to share, so many complaints to make, so many cribs yet to be vented.

There are so many recipes to learn, so many things to buy, so many places to visit, so many photographs to show.

There are so many things to learn, so many experiences to share, so many questions to ask.

The emptiness, the void, the vacuum is here to stay.

But you are here!

Maybe the void is filled with your unseen presence.

Maybe you are the blossoming flower, the dew-soaked leaves, the morning mist, the fragrant earth, blessing me each day.

Maybe you are the chirping bird or the carefree squirrel sending your message to me.

Maybe you touch me through the sun rays, the moon light, the twinkling stars, I see.

Maybe you are the invisible hand which guides me to take the right path, which helps me fight my battles, which wipes my tears of joy, sadness, and remembrance.

Maybe you are now one with the earth where I lay resting my tired head.

Homage to you